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HI, my name is Sara. I love AFI. My favorites are Jade and Davey...just like everyone els who loves AFI.Well im pretty cool once you get to know me. Leave me some comments please. But only nice ones none saing "i hate your profile" "AFI sucks" or any thing like that.
oh and here is somthing that i wrote i just changed alot of words out of this christmas thing so i didn't write it all but here read it!
'Twas the nightmare before Christmas, when all through the mansion
Not a creature was stirring, not even a marilyn manson;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with fear,
In hopes that Manson soon would be there;
The children were pearched all scared in their beds,
While visions of murder danced in their heads;
And mamma and her knives, and I and my machetie,
Had just scurried upstairs to find winter's confettie,
When form down the steps there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the door I flew like a mad man,
Tore open the door and screamed like a fat man.
The man on the steps whom i just did know
Gave way the shadows of midnight to objects below,
When, what to my frightened eyes should I see,
But a murderouse pitchfork, and two maniacle eyes staring up at me,
With a huge furious dog, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment that this would be it
More rapid than ghosts his coursers they came,
And he screamed, and waild, and called them by name;
"Now, tim! now, madonna! now, ginger and rob!
To the top of the stairs! to the top of the wall!
Now slah away! dash away! wipe away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the imapla full of toys, and manson too.
And then, in a wink, I heard on the porch
The clawing and screamming of each little sibling.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney my sister came with a bound.
sHe was dressed all in blood, from her head to her foot,
And her clothes were all tarnished with rips and soot;
A bundle of rips he had srung up on her back,
And she looked like a hooker just opening her pack.
her eyes -- how they twitched! her face how bloody!
Her cheeks were like chainsaws, her nose like a black hole!
Her droll little mouth was drawn down like a bow,
And the pigment of her skin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe she held tight in her throut,
And the smoke it encircled her head like a wreath;
sHe had a horrible look on her face and little round bruises,
he shook, when he laughed like a victorus muderer.
He was scary and beautiful, a right frightning man,
And I nervously laughed when I saw him, in spite of my fear;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had lost my head;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fixed up all the evidences; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his herce,
And giving a nod, down to Hell he desended;
He sprang to his impala, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a dead body.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"merry death to all, and to all a bloody-night!"
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